Glasses! Books! Cleanliness!

My new glasses arrived just a half-hour ago from the Intarwebs and I must say, I am greatly impressed. They are, however, a leetle bit crooked — but such is life. New glasses have always been crooked on my face until adjusted, but perhaps it is my face which needs the real adjustment. I am debating whether or not I should take them to someplace like Wal-Mart and just lie, swear I bought them there, but oops! They’re crooked! All they need is a bit of that special heat machine to warm them slightly so they can be bent into proper shape. And the only reason I am thinking Wal-Mart is because.. well.. it’s Wal-Mart. The majority of their employees do not have, let’s say, overqualification to work there. We’ll see. They may straighten themselves out by the afternoon (my glasses, that is, not Wal-Mart).

I cleaned my room last week and was immensely pleased with myself. More importantly, I rearranged my bookcases. You see, I have always loved to read. I am a big fan of books, and all things literary. Sometimes my taste wavers a bit, when I am reading things like, say, um, Twilight and shit, but we all make mistakes and okay, maybe vampires are interesting. Stephenie Meyer, whether you like her or not, at least has an interesting mythology when it comes to otherworldly creatures. Admittedly, most of her mythology is pinched from Anne Rice, but I’m digressing. ANYWAY, books, I like them. I have been reading since I was three and a half. I have been collecting books just as long as that, probably longer. When I say my room is overrun by books, you may think that I am exaggerating, but I am not. I had books crammed onto two long bookshelves, a pile on another smaller shelf, two canvas boxes full of more books, my desk had a row of books, the floor was covered in some, and there’s always at least one or two in my car. I have a problem.

So I finally broke down and decided to clear off yet another shelf for my literary addiction. I planted a flag in it and claimed it in the name of Nick Hornby, Philip Roth, and Haruki Murakami. (I like lady authors too, but I am missing all of my L.M. Montgomery books from when I was a wee’un and it makes me sad.)

Here is my end result; pls look for my small but growing unicorn book selection.

 

 

For kicks, here is some more! Because I know you’d like to see my Darth Vader collection.

 

Yes, that is a banana with a moustache; yes, I sewed him myself; yes, I can make you one too. 

 

My pink Domo-Kun brings aaaall the boys to the yard.

 

Oh, and — BEFORE:

AFTER! So pleased.

That is all for now. Over and out.